This weekend, I'm heading to Dallas. I have been invited to do two presentations, one Saturday and one Sunday. They are both in Farsi. I am feeling the usual anxiety I always feel before I speak publicly in Farsi. But there's something else. As I am preparing mentally for this trip and planning my speeches, I feel the distinct sense that this is right. This is what I am supposed to be, this is who I am supposed to be. I am a bridge, and I have always known it. Living in three countries by the age of six, I learned at an early age to relate to all kinds of people and thus help them relate to each other.
My role is still the same. I am a nomad, not completely part of this world or that one, but part of all worlds. I connect worlds with my writing, sharing the wisdom of one group with another, combining the forces of dedicated passion with raw idealism and natural curiosity, so that we can all work together for social change.
Right now, I am in self-imposed isolation, and it is what I need to do for the time being. It will be different in a few months, but for now this is the way it is. I miss people, but I have to concentrate. I am so close to being done, so close to obtaining the key that will open the door to all my dreams, that I can taste it. Time-wise, it's still far off in the distance, but in terms of finishing coursework and milestones I am getting damn close!
I am grateful to know that I have friends who will allow me this space, and welcome me back with open arms, when I emerge from my cocoon. I think my dreams are coming true.
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